... and then I woke up ...

Huzzah. I'm now one of several million other Americans who are now unemployed. While I search mostly in vain for a new job, here's a picture of the old Meat Over Moscow line-up in a picture we took ironically for CityLife a couple of years ago. Enjoy! From Left: Me, Ian and Wyatt McKenzie.

-A

I have never really written on this blog since it's creation more than a year ago. Instead, what was suppose to be a blog for the resurgence of my former music project, has in a way, turned into my un-secured, totally free forum for me to post cool pictures and occasionally take a stab at humor with reviews of commercials, junk food or other assorted things. Ultimately though all those things, whether it be my lame attempts at humor, or my lame attempts at art, it all comes down to one thing ... I keep myself buzy. I've never really known why I do, except for the fact that when I'm busy, the inexplicable feelings of sadness and regret that I have for no real reason, go away. It's a brutal lie I live, hiding from my soul and running from my true feelings, but I do it, and I've spent all of my adult life and most of my teenage life doing it and I do it because its what keeps me going. Its what keeps me from falling off of the margins of society and becoming what we all know so trivially as "another sad fucking story." I've always wanted to break free, but I always feel like I can't. Call me a pussy if you will, but if freedom means the same marginalization from society that I feel like I encountered so long ago, I'd rather be miserable ... because I'm at least miserable for a purpose. But some reason, today I feel different. I feel like there's something out there that is beckoning my call ... but I don't know what it is. And while I sit inside of my ivory emo tower, I am excited. I have hope, for once in my life and I gotta tell ya, its scaring the fucking shit out of me, and I don't know how I'm going to handle it. For an emotional control freak, that's scary enough.
Yeah, I know I'm being ambigious, but that's the point because I don't even know. What I am certain though is this, I took a huge step today in trying to rid myself of my nagging self doubt, and I gotta tell you something, it felt greater than anything I've felt in a very, very long time.

-A

Junk Food Review: Vol. 1. - The "Angry" Whopper

As a service to all one of my readers, I have embarked on a mission to subject myself to torture for your enjoyment. So, welcome to the junk food review where I review the junk food I eat on a very rare occasion.


So enter the Angry Whopper,


A two-charbroiled patty whopper topped with sweet peppers, jalapenos, jack cheese and onion rings, the angry whopper isn't nearly as great as a regular whopper, but it's suppose to be angry and spicy and whatnot ... only problem is it's about as spicy a glass of orange juice ... except topped with onion rings, jack cheese and not nearly as fulfilling, completely unlike orange juice.

The other weird part of the burger was it's strange mayo/special sauce that tastes strangely sweet, like something that Jack in the Box would use ... only problem, when I'm eating a fucking spicy burger, it should not be sweet, it should be spicy, leaving me tasting only one thing ... burning ... and the irony taste of blood that I cough up as my body slowly metabolizes the meat-laden gut bomb and goes into anaphalactic, caloric overload shock. All I tasted after this burger, was dissapointment ... and blood.

Pros: two charbroiled pattys, onion rings, jack cheese
Cons: Weird sauce, not hot, forgettable, made me want to die.

2.5 out of 5 fatty stars.

It's been a while ...

Since I've posted anything. Sorry. So while I go through two months of images for a big picturelicious post, enjoy this here image of former actor Jaoquin Pheonix and the media frenzie surrounding him in town on Friday.

-A